"..." Yi Ningxiu's face was expressionless and he didn't speak.
He always hated others telling him about his feelings, and what Mo Ling said violated his taboo.
Mo Ling saw that his aura was getting colder and colder, and sighed helplessly: "Do you remember when we were in high school? Qianqian was still in the junior high school, but she ran to your class every two days. At that time, everyone in the school knew that Bingshan
The beauty Yi Ningxiu has a little sister. At that time, she was pestering you a lot. She would wait at the door of your classroom before school was over. She would get up early and wait for you to leave together. We all saw this. That girl's
Xinxin, are you embarrassed to let me down?"
Yi Ningxiu lowered his eyes.
"She likes me, so I must like her?" His tone was a little cold, "Mo Ling, don't meddle in other people's business."
He rarely calls him by his first name, and he is angry now.
"..." Mo Ling paused, "After all, she is your wife."
Even if you don't like her, at least give her a minimum of respect.
He did not say this sentence.
Yi Ningxiu ate calmly. After Mo Ling finished eating, he ran to the side and poured a cup of milk tea over and gave Yi Ningxiu a cup.
"Try it, it tastes very similar to what you liked to drink before."
Yi Ningxiu took it and took a sip, and actually tasted something familiar.
Mo Ling looked at his expression and raised her eyebrows proudly: "I knew you liked the taste. This is the recipe I specially brought for you from that store. Qian Qian knew you liked this store at the beginning.
Milk tea, I queue up for an hour every day to bring it to you at noon. You kid has been drinking milk tea for so many years in vain, and you actually have the nerve to quarrel with me."
"..." Yi Ningxiu's eyes flickered slightly, and a ripple flashed through his glass-colored eyes.
Mo Ling saw something wrong with his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"...Milk tea, did she give it to you?"
Mo Ling looked at him with an idiot expression: "Don't tell me, you have been drinking milk tea for three years, but you don't know that the milk tea is from her, right? Poor Qianqian once had a heat stroke just to buy you milk tea, you...
The white-eyed wolf doesn’t know the beauty’s sincerity!”
"..."
Yi Ningxiu stared silently at the milky white liquid in his hand, his thoughts rising and falling in the ripples of the milk tea.
A lot of things went wrong.
In his memory, the person delivering milk tea was Su Qingqing.
At that time, Su Qianqian and Su Qingqing were in the same junior high school, but he had already advanced to high school. Every day at noon, Su Qingqing would wear school uniform, stand at the door of his classroom and hand him milk tea, that is, a cup of milk tea every day, which melted his heart.
A heart as cold as ice.
He began to wait for Su Qingqing to bring him milk tea, and began to care about her. Later, they naturally became lovers...
So, even the milk tea now belongs to Su Qianqian?
He vaguely remembered that one summer, the sun was very strong. He waited in the classroom for a long time, but Su Qingqing didn't bring him milk tea. He thought she didn't go. It turned out that Su Qianqian had a heat stroke and didn't make the purchase?
Unspeakable irritation suddenly surged in his heart. The wind blew gently in his ears, and he seemed to hear the girl's lively voice again: "Ning Xiu, Ning Xiu! Class is about to start, come out quickly!"
At that time, Su Qianqian had just entered junior high school. She was wearing a blue skirt and a white shirt. She was waiting at the door with her schoolbag on her back to go to school with him every morning.
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Mumu has something to say: Mumu writes slowly. Do you like it if you take your time? Writing does not happen overnight. Mumu has been very busy recently. He is about to graduate, looking for a job, writing a thesis, moving, and he has to take a day's drive back tomorrow.
Family, don’t be anxious, Mumu will finish this story properly, because Mumu also likes and feels sorry for this silly girl Qianqian.